Disclaimer: I wish I was rich from these wonderful stories...but I'm not. Harry Potter and The Hunger Games aren't mine.

A/N: Again, I am pretty drained from writing this chapter...and let's just say that at this moment, I don't know what came over me to write all this. ^.^"

crashingmirth: Your review made me pretty happy, and just because of that, I'll make sure to remind myself that Harry and Katniss need more appearances in this fanfiction...well, of course they do..since they are the main characters ^.^ Anyway, as for the review thingy...well, as long as people read, I'll be content. Thank you for sticking through with this~

"These violent delights have violent ends."

-Shakespeare

His hands were clammy, and as he glanced at Katniss, he wondered if they could truly pull it off together. Besides that, he also had to face the problem of escaping this place. He didn't belong here, yet he was making plans and giving hope to a girl he barely knew. Whether he was doing the right thing or not...frankly, he wasn't quite sure what he was doing.

"You okay there, Harry?" Katniss asked quietly. She took a daring glance at him, as if to not attract any undesired attention towards their conversation.

Harry nodded all but too quickly and excused himself from the table. After tomorrow, they would be facing the real interview with no help whatsoever from Haymitch. That fact didn't sit right with his stomach as he knew he would totally screw it all up; Harry left them.

And as he dashed towards the elevator, he knew that someone was following him. Undoubtedly, it was probably Katniss, but Harry didn't have the heart not time to check. He pressed on the elevator's buttons, and prayed to some unknown deity that the door would just close!

"Harry!"

Sw-i-i-ip! Harry slumped against the cool metal in relief. He had barely escaped an interrogation stampede, and he was happy that he had. His brown eyes slid towards the buttons again, and landed on a bright double digit one; he would be going to the very top – the rooftop.

Sorry, Katniss, he thought, regaining his composure. Harry could only wait for the doors to once again slide open before making another run for it. It was true, he planned to escape. He planned to get out the damned building now before all was to late. And in the back of his mind, he knew what he was doing was wrong, but his emotions justified his thoughts and told me that he wasn't what the others thought he was – strong.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Harry exited the tightly closed area and greeted the night air in one inhale. The cold air chilled his lungs and soothed his burning mind; it was perfect, and tonight, he would be entitled to this for the rest of his life.

"Harry?" the moment of tranquility ended there. Harry looked up to see Cedric looking at him – a hidden alleviation dancing behind his warm eyes. Beside him, a tiny yet familiar woman emerged; Fleur. She clasped her hands together and brought them to her face. She appeared happy to see him.

And then...Harry stared at the unknown girl on the other side of Cedric. She had blinding red hair, and almost reminded him of Ginny – his best friend's little sister.

"Hello there, Cedric." he greeted, stepping closer to the group. Cedric smiled in reply as Fleur hugged him tightly. Ever since Harry had rescued her sister, Fleur had grown a strong fondness about him; he didn't know what to feel about that just yet.

"Oh! I am glad z'hat you 'ave finally made it! If only Viktor were here, az well!" she pouted, letting him go. Harry nodded a little and extended a hand out for Cedric to shake. They did, and when Cedric finally let go, he looked over at the red head next to him.

"Harry, this is the other tribute from my district, Foxface." he introduced. The said boy didn't know whether to believe the Hufflepuff or not. Foxface? He wondered if that truly was her name, and so, he looked at her for confirmation, but she offered nothing but silence.

"It's, erm, nice to meet you...Foxface." he said.

She nodded, "Likewise."

Fleur coughed, "Now if you don't mind, we 'ave some important things to discuss."

Foxface's apathetic expression turned hostile as her eyes turned to slits. The boys on the sidelines made notice of this and found that her nickname, (or name as Harry thought it really was), was very fitting. "Such as what? To plan an 'escape'?" she questioned.

"Wit'out you, yes."

"Ouch," Cedric murmured, and began to hesitate on whether he should continue with his silence.

His partner glared at the French girl. She edged closer to her white appareled frame, and easily proved that her height was nothing to be overlooked. For even if Fleur was taller than her, Foxface's anger seemed to make up for the small difference in inches. "Listen you," she began.

"Um, girls?" Cedric quietly motioned for Harry to go and restrain his partner while he crept around Fleur's back.

"- I've had enough with you arrogance. Not only did you try and steal my dress," she shot Cedric an accusing glare at this. "But your plotting behind everyone's backs! You think we –"

"Harry?" the upcoming fight was settled there. Harry paused midway in trying to pull Foxface away from Fleur, as Cedric looked at the newcomer questioningly.

"Harry?" Katniss said again. Was she seeing things right? Was Harry about to go and hug that girl? Katniss frowned as she stepped back from the quartet. For all she knew, she could have barged in to one of their last dates together. Katniss sighed as this new sadness overcame her. She was probably assuming things, since the two weren't even in the same district, but couldn't help but feel betrayed.

Harry let his arms drop to his sides as he remained silent. Cedric noted that the glass-eyed boy would not make an attempt to clear himself up, and decided to take that matter upon his hands. He stepped forward with his boyish smile.

"Erm, Katniss Everdeen, correct? Harry here was just –"

"I...no. It's – I have to go." she mumbled and ran off. Cedric sighed and turned to Harry. He was about to tell him to go after her, but Foxface cut him off as she stormed past him. Her shoulder bumped into him really hard as she did so, and Cedric had to waste a second or two regaining his balance.

Meanwhile, Fleur had the look of victory written all over her pretty face. She crossed her arms across her chest and scoffed. "Girls." she murmured, following the other two's paths in suit.

"We will continue this tomorrow night, yes?" she called out, just before she left their sight. Cedric nodded his head.

Fleur smiled. "Yes. Well goodnight Cedric. Harry."

The two boys blinked; Cedric fell into a crouch as he pondered over the recent events; Harry clutched his head in confusion, and the city lights seemed to torment them with the beauties that had just left their worlds shaken.

"Merlin's beard," Cedric muttered. He looked up at Harry, "What just happened?" he asked.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, mate. I don't know."

xXx

Krum could not believe his mentor. Multiple times she had tried to fight him, but for what reason? He did not know nor desired to find out. So he headed out of their section of the building and wandered astray into other parts of it. His mind was flooding with thoughts and tactics, but mostly the dreaded 'What if's?'

What if they couldn't make it out in time?

What if they all died?

What if one of them got left behind?

And most importantly, what if they couldn't go home at all?

Krum frowned at this latest thought and sauntered through the hallway with the grace he lacked on ground. He sorely missed his broom and the game he valiantly trained for. He sighed and murmured some words in his home language. He had to stop thinking or –

"Viktor."

The said man stopped dead in his tracks. His small beady eyes flashed at the person in front of viciously as he barely contained the anger that the boy had instilled in him since their first meeting; Cato smirked and pushed himself off the wall. He walked towards Viktor and arounud him as well, the smirk never leaving his self-assured face.

"You look better now." Cato commented, settling his body in front of him.

Viktor did not reply, and simple tried to go past him. Cato did not have any of it as his arm shot out to stop him. The blond boy shook his head in displeasure.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk...Now listen Viktor, I know we may have gotten on the wrong foot, and I apologize for that. What I want to do right now, is make a proposition for you," he began.

Viktor raised one thick eyebrow. "I 'ave no interest." he said gruffly.

Cato chuckled. "Well too bad, you have to listen or else."

"And if not?"

"Now, Viktor, we wouldn't want a repeat of last time, now do we?" Viktor's face darkened at this; he could still clearly remember the force behind all the boy's punches. Cato was a force to be reckoned with. The boy had left Viktor sore for two days at most with them.

"Guess not. So listen, I have a deal and a plan that me and the others want you in on." Cato began.

"Others?" asked Viktor.

Cato nodded. "Yes, others. Now, as far as I know, you want to survive all this, don't you? So why don't you work together with us and the rest of the Careers to heighten your chances of survival? Of course," he raised a hand to stop another one of Krum's questions. "When the time is right, we will disperse into a one-man army when we will be the ones left over. So you in?" he asked.

"No." Krum answered. He knew that if he and the others did not escape before the day after tomorrow, that they would be screwed. They would be stuck in the arena and would have to deal with surviving and trying to stay low from the cameras set all around the place. And besides, if they were to be sent into the arena, Krum would have preferred to kill his enemies rather than his friends, not vice versa.

"I see," Cato murmured, leaning against the wall again. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I guess I can't change your mind..unless..." his smirk returned. "Unless I tell you, that your plans to escape are useless. Because face it, Viktor," Cato said his name in a tone as to provoke the other man.

"We know your group won't succeed, and I have something of yours."

xXx

It was dark, and the fog was back, but in the shape of a giant old monster. It was if his childhood nightmares had come back to life and were haunting him again – wanting to kill him. The little boy who was dreaming all of this screamed for help as he stumbled along the green carpeted floor. Roots below him sprung to life as they clawed for the boy's stick-thick ankles. They tried to trip him as well – but all their attempts were futile; a woman's voice called out at him, the little boy wanted so dearly to unite with the owner of it. He was scared and alone, the fog was catching up to him.

"Someone..." he cried.

"..help."

"Katniss!"

"H-huh?" Katniss shot up from her bed, wiping the cold sweat on her forehead with her sleeve. She stared into a looking glass, where brown eyes clashed with hers; Harry. Katniss's mouth formed a thin line. She decided to ignore his concern and looked around her. She was in her room, so why was the boy in it as well? Was her nightmare that bad? Had he come to wake her? Or did she call him in her sleep?

"Katniss," Harry called out again. The girl looked at him with a hardened gaze. Harry wanted to flinch, but knew he deserved this treatment. He sighed. "Katniss, about last night..." he began. He didn't want to stir up bad memories, but he had to clear his name up. It was the only was of ensuring their trust and to lighten the bad news he would have to deliver afterward.

"No, Harry. Last night...it was a mistake. Whatever you were doing, I don't care nor want to find out. It's your life...and...I overreacted, okay?" Katniss said. She too, wanted to make amends, but with a conflicting heart and mind, it was proving to be tough.

Harry shook his head, but was glad to hear those words. "All right." Those weren't the words Katniss wanted to hear, but this was Harry, and he was oblivious to what she wanted.

"But Katniss?" he said again.

"Yeah, Harry?"

"I..I decided to do practice with Haymitch alone today and am planning to do the same thing tomorrow. You overslept anyway, so...I hope you understand what I'm trying to do." he sighed.

Katniss restrained herself from rolling her eyes. Instead, she merely kept her opinions to herself. She would fake it now at this point.

"Don't worry, I understand, Harry." You just want to win this all by yourself...

Harry smiled at her. "I knew you would. Well, I just came up to check if you were awake and tell you that. So I guess I'll be leaving. I'll see you around, Katniss." Although, even if he had the closed the door after him, it did not stop Katniss from muttering her last sets of words.

"And the same to you Harry..." I hope you know what you're doing...

"May the odds be ever in your favor..."

Don't think I said this, but with new quotes, means a new part of the fanfic...